St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-13

dresses; and the special features of the
PrinceSse dreSS-itS continuous breadthS
from top to b0ttom-iS seen in many
ways.
Some of the models have the corsage
crossing to fasten on the left hip, and
thus give full long apron front below !;
others have band of the contrasting
material of the skirt inserted like mar
row panel up the front, making the
fastening there its whole length, while
still others are cut in redingOte shape,
and left open, as tea gowns are, over a
flowing front breadth for the skirt, and
vest is added of the material shown in
me open skirt. Basques, however, will
prevail here, notwithstanding the pres
ence of the DOlOnaiSe, and are now cut
longer on the hips, being merely
rounded there in cuiraSS fashion. or else
cut square on the sides. like the Louis
QuatOrze coat, with fiat, square pockets.
or with long, slender tabs reaching
nearly to the foot of the skirt.
A NEVER-ENDING STORE
of stories can be furnished by our
fashionable hotels. This fall old Gen.
Political Dodge brought his pretty
daughter to the city for fall shopping
and wire-pulling. The pair put up at
one of the best places, and father and
daughter entered upon hard session.
Maria shOpped it all day and the old
man Clipped it all night. They had
two rooms, one large parlOr bedroom
and the other a small room opening off.
Maria, of course. had the best room.
After three days vigorous campaign
both Maria and pa were pretty tired.
Maria retired early and pa went to a
private parlOr where quiet little game
was in progress. About 3 he knocked
off work, and inviting friend who was
suffering like himself from protracted
Seance from such exciting company as
Tom Collins and Jack Pot to share his
bed he went off to his rooms. He knew
his rooms, because one of his daughters
big Saratoga trunks stood at the door.
Arrived there, he found his door was
locked on the inside, and there was no
way of getting into the room but by ask
ing the young lady to admit him. Now,
he didn't want her to know the unhOly
hour, nor the unregenerate condition in
which he was going to bed. So he stood
and questioned what was to be done.
The waiter who had been tranSporta-
ton agent for the party during the
evening came along as the general and
his friend in a maudlin way argued the
case. The servant was short, stout and
we'll along-no fellow for any gYmnas-
tic flights of fancy or body; but, being
informed of the situation, he volun-
teered to go up stairs and get Pete,
slim and slender darby. who could get
over the transOm like streak of gas
light.
THE OLD POKER PLAYER SAT
down on the trunk and waited, while
Augustus went down for Pete. Shortly
their friend returned, accompanied by
an exceedingly slight and lathy little
negro, who had evidently been found in
bed, for he was simply clothed in pair
of red socks, his trousers and an under
shirt.
You are the sort of night key. I'll
give you 81 if you get that door open
without waking the lady in the next
rOom!' exclaimed the general. rs
Il kin do it, said the darkey. -
Then Augustus and Pete took the;
trunk and placed it noiseleSsly against
the door. Z.
Somebody's got to frow me up till /
get my holt" said Pete.
So Augustus pulled and blew and
climbed the trunk. He had just laid
hold of the little mOke when Pete sung
out:
"Them's my best pants; eff l splits 'em
Pm ruined" ~
"Take 'em off" whispered the gen
eral; ''they amt nobody here to see.H
Pete was out of his trousers in jitfy.
Gus shOuldered him and pointed his
legs for the open transOm. The coon
disappeared into the room up to his
waist. Then he balanced himself on
his stomach while Gus took fresh hold,
this time On the back of the undershirt.
Slowly Pete slid through the transOm.
Nothing but his woolly head and a hand
full of red flannel could be seen by the
delighted trio outside.
Pete was just going to let go and drop
when a piercing shrek rang through
the hallway. Yell after yell paralyZed
the party. Gus took death-grip on
the tail of Pete's shirt, the general
helplessly chung to Pete's discarded
pants, the other inebriated old gentle
man caught at a trunk-strap like
DROWNING MEN
at straws. Right and left doors flew
open and several people streamed into
the corridors.
'Where's the fire?" ''Catch the MR.